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Lazy Wet Thursday Without the Metaphors

Meeting Boys at Parties

boston-ivy:

By Samantha Dupler

1. Primating


Here we have the human male in his natural nocturnal habitat. Half-past midnight and half-drunk on vodka shots. Note the stubble peppered atop his jawline and chin, and the permanent stench of generic brand “body spray” forming an almost visible cloud around his head: it is said that both are used to attract females of the species.

“So, uh, I’m Eric!”

“What?”

“I said, I said I’m Eric, my name’s Eric.”

“What? I just, the music, I can’t…what?”

“Eric, my name is Eric.”

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Chiaroscuro

There was a boy in the elevator.

He had a scruffy brown beard and scruffy brown hairs that curled down in nice ways. I liked his peeling leather lapels and the way his eyes looked when they looked at mine. There was something about his Adam’s apple too, the way it jutted out quietly like a weathered cliff, in that oddly attractive way that only certain boys have.

There was a girl in the elevator too.

I don’t remember much about her, other than the fact that she stood in front of him and a little to the left, with pale orange hair that reached halfway down her back, and she breathed along with us (us!) in the elevator. The rest of her features were blurred out to me, darkened and dull in the shadow of the boy.

And then the door slid open on some floor that wasn’t mine, and they got off, but not together, and I watched as she went left and he went right. I stayed inside, going up to someplace where he wouldn’t be, somewhere that didn’t matter very much at all. So I saw his shadow get swallowed by the private sunset of the humming hallway lights; such a shame, such a beautiful shape.

(I wrote this bit of prose for a school publication last year)

Meeting Boys at Parties

By Samantha Dupler

1. Primating


Here we have the human male in his natural nocturnal habitat. Half-past midnight and half-drunk on vodka shots. Note the stubble peppered atop his jawline and chin, and the permanent stench of generic brand “body spray” forming an almost visible cloud around his head: it is said that both are used to attract females of the species.

“So, uh, I’m Eric!”

“What?”

“I said, I said I’m Eric, my name’s Eric.”

“What? I just, the music, I can’t…what?”

“Eric, my name is Eric.”

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Every girl has a “type” of guy she finds attractive.

Y’know, like “tall, dark and sexy,” or “scruffy and messy” or “clean-cut and sharp.”

I’m now coming to terms with the fact that my type is “Apple store employee.”